And right there in the middle of the wrecked bedroom…
with rain pouring through shattered glass…
she threw herself into my arms.
I held her so tightly I thought my chest might split open.
Behind us, Wolf quietly muttered?—
“Finally.”
Trigger smirked.
“About damn time.”
73
FELICITY
The storm finally started losing strength near dawn.
Not much.
Just enough, the thunder moved farther into the mountains instead of sitting directly over the ranch.
The fight was over.
The Rangers won.
Sheriff Tate’s deputies were still sweeping the property and surrounding woods while EMTs checked the wounded downstairs.
Two Hollow Men were dead.
One was in custody.
And Shepherd?
Gone.
Again.
That part still sat wrong inside me.
Like something unfinished lingering in the dark.
But for the first time in weeks…
I wasn’t running.
I stood near the tavern kitchen, wrapped in a collegesweat shirts, while Trigger shoved a steaming cup of coffee into my hands.
“You look pale,” he announced.
“I got shot at,” I reminded him softly.
Trigger snorted.
“Well, yes, there’s that.”
